*not a midget**

WTF is wrong with Liberals and Democrats??  North Korea wants to nuke the USA and our allies, threatens us and fires off test rockets on a daily basis, and the stupid Left is more upset at President Trump sounding too mean to North Korea than North Korea dropping a nuke on their dumb asses.
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This is an idea from @suziesamico about what would it be like if we were in a relationship with the boy our Candy is dating :D

Needless to say, I believe that there would be endless teasing, I’m smol and he’s so tol. And I tend to go ‘fight me  (ง •̀_•́)ง ‘ to everyone that teases me about my height, allthought it’s all in good spirits XD 

Expensive Headphones AU; It's the Least I Can Dew

“I need Mountain Dew Red!” Rich was panicking the alcohol had messed up his SQUIP and kept repeating itself over and over again sending random shocks through his body causing him to panic. The only way to shut it down was Mountain Dew Red and he needed it, now before he did something crazy.
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Michael sighed wiping the tears off with his sleeve.
‘I don’t know what I expected, Jeremy doesn’t need me anymore why would he listen to me…’ Looking down at his phone he saw it was 11:44 and groaned. ‘Damn it, mom’s going to kill me.’ He got out of the tub he had been laying in, heading towards the door. He opened it but was surprised when he felt the full force of someone running straight into him.
“What the fuck?” Looking up Michael saw the person that had run into him was the ass-midget himself Rich.
“Do you have Mountain Dew Red?”
“What?”
“Do you have Mountain Dew Red? Please, I need it! Now!” He looked desperate and slightly scared.
“Uh, y,yeah here…” Michael reached in his pocket and pulling out the bottle he originally brought for Jeremy. Rich snatched the bottle out of his hands chugging the drink before throwing the bottle aside with a scream.
Michael watched in confusion as Rich’s body convulsed before finally he stopped and looked straight at Michael.
“A…are you okay?”
“Okay? I’m better than okay that thing’s gone! I can think, I, I can-wait, what am I going to do now? That was the only thing that helped me, why’d you give that?” Rich grabbed Michael by his sweater before letting go. “Jesus Christ…sorry I’m just confused​.”
Michael couldn’t hold back a giggle as Rich talked. “What’s so funny?”
“You said confused like conthused.” Rich covered his mouth, his lisp. It had been so long he forgot how bad it was.
“You tell anybody about this nerd boy and I will kill you.”
“Whatever you thay.” Rich thought about punching Michael but refrained remembering what could have happened if Michael didn’t give him the drink.
“Thanks, but why did you have Mountain Dew Red?”
“I was here for Jeremy but he really didn’t want to talk to me.”
“What are you like his boyfriend or something? Nothing wrong with that.” Michael’s face turned a bright red before shaking his head.
“Nah, Jeremy only likes girls. Besides we’re just…well used to be friends.”
“Oh, I’m sorry man.”
“It’s okay, I was just going to walk home.”
Michael got up but was stopped by Rich.
“Maybe I could walk you home?”
“Huh?”
“I mean, I’m leaving too and you look like you need someone to talk to.”
Michael thought about it for a second before nodding his head.
“Cool, it’s the least I can…Dew,” Rich said lifting up the now empty bottle. Michael snorted.
“Oh my God, that was bad.”
“Don’t worry, I have worse.”

cannibalistic-midget  asked:

Hal Moore died my man

Lt. Gen. Harold Gregory “Hal” Moore, Jr. passed away on February 10, 2017, a few days short of his 95th birthday. 

He was the first of West Point class 1945 to be promoted to brigadier, major, and lieutenant general. He served in the military from 1945 to 1977. He served in Japan after WWII, until 1948. He made over 300 parachute jumps in the 82nd Airborne Division, 150 of which were in the Airborne Test Section with experimental parachutes.

He commanded a mortar company during the Korean War, because he was due for promotion to major – but the 7th Division’s commanding general had put a hold on any promotions without command of a company in combat. In 1954, he returned to West Point and was an instructor in infantry tactics, teaching then-cadet Norman Schwarzkopf, who called him one of his heroes, and cites Moore as the reason he chose the infantry branch. (Schwarzkopf led the UN coalition during OPERATION: DESERT STORM.) 

In 1964, now a lieutenant colonel, Moore completed the course of study at the Naval War College, earning a master’s degree in International Relations from my alma mater, George Washington University. He was transferred to Fort Benning and took command of the 2nd Battalion, 23rd Infantry, 11th Air Assault Division. In July they were redesignated the 1st Cavalry Division (Airmobile) and deployed to Vietnam in September.

On November 14, 1965, he led the 1st Battalion, 7th Cavalry of the 3rd Brigade, into the Battle of la Drang. encircled by the enemy with no clear landing zone that would allow them to leave, Moore persevered despited being significantly outnumbered by the NVA and VC – who would go on to defeat the 2nd Battalion, 7th Cavalry only a few miles away a day later. He was nicknamed ‘Yellow Hair’ due to his blond hair by his troops, as a homage to General Custer – who, as a lieutenant colnel, commanded the same 7th Cavalry Regiment at the Battle of the Little Bighorn just a century before. Though casualties were higher for the other parts of the battle of la Drang, Moore’s troops suffered 79 killed and 121 wounded. 634 NVA and VC bodies were found in the vicinity, with an estimated 1,215 killed by artillery and airstrikes in the area. He was awarded the Distinguished Service Cross for his part of the battle, promoted to colonel, and took over command of the 3rd Brigade. 

In 1968, he was assigned by the Army to Harvard University to complete his M.A in international relations. On August 31, he was promoted to brigadier general, and then to major general in 1970. His assignment at the time was as assistant chief of staff of the Eighth Army in South Korea. He was charged by General Michaelis of the 7th ID to clean up a major drug abuse and racial strife problem. Moore established leadership schools for both officers and NCOs, and institted an ‘equal opportunity policy.’ He backed it up with punishments to those who discriminated based on race, ethnicity, or creed. 

In 1974 he was appointed deputy chief of staff for personnel, his last assignment. He dealt with army recruiting issues after the draft was terminated, as well as the drawdown of forces after the end of the Vietnam War. His next assignment was to become Commanding General, US Army Japan, but he retired instead. He left the Army on August 1, 1977, after 32 years of active service.

In 1992 Moore wrote We Were Soldiers Once… And Young with co-author Joseph L. Galloway. The book was adapted into the 2002 film We Were Soldiers, by Mel Gibson. It remains my absolute favorite Vietnam War movie.

Moore and Joseph L. Galloway have written another book together, a follow-up to their first collaboration. We Are Soldiers Still; A Journey Back to the Battlefields of Vietnam was published in 2008.

Here he is putting out the flag that his son, Col. David Moore, sent home from Afghanistan. Rest in peace, sir.